Synopsis Rhea, the last surviving white witch, has spent her life hiding from the horrors that wiped out her kind. Taken in as a child by a kind but childless couple, she concealed her identity with colored contacts to mask her silver eyes, blending into a human world that would never accept her true self. For twenty-two years, she lived in peace—until the relentless hunters seeking her power finally caught up. Their pursuit turned her life into a nightmare, leaving destruction in their wake. Rhea managed to escape using her dormant magic, only to collapse from exhaustion. When she awoke, she was in a luxurious hospital, under the watch of the most feared Alpha in the werewolf world—Kieran Reign. Kieran, the cold-hearted and ruthless leader of the strongest pack, had no intention of ever needing anyone. At twenty-seven, he was still without a mate, and his icy demeanor kept everyone at a distance. But when he met Rhea, a strange and undeniable bond formed between them, one he loathed to acknowledge. Recognizing her potential value, he allowed her to stay, assigning her as his personal assistant. Though Rhea detested Kieran’s harshness and temper, her heart betrayed her, pulling her closer to the man who seemed incapable of love. As their connection deepened, a deadly threat emerged—a shadowy figure determined to claim Rhea’s powers and destroy Kieran’s pack. With enemies closing in, Rhea discovered the horrifying truth about her identity: she is the key to an ancient ritual that could unleash unspeakable evil. Kieran, now bound by love, must protect her at all costs, even as war looms on the horizon. Can love defy fate and save them both, or will Rhea’s sacrifice spell the end of everything they’ve fought for?
View MoreChapter Thirty-Two:Golden PackIn a quiet neighborhood of the Golden Pack, a woman returned home from the market. Her arms were full, holding a bag of groceries packed with fruits, vegetables, and a few household items. The late morning sun cast long shadows as she walked toward her modest house, her mind already preoccupied with what to cook for lunch.“I’m home!” she called as she stepped into the house, kicking the door shut behind her.Silence.She frowned slightly. There was usually some sort of response, the sound of her children playing, her husband watching TV or calling out from the kitchen. But now, nothing."Hmm… maybe they’re outside playing," she murmured, brushing the unease off with a forced smile.She moved quickly, placing the groceries on the kitchen counter. She decided to tidy the house first before preparing lunch. She picked up scattered toys, adjusted the couch cushions, and wiped down the table, trying to shake off the strange chill creeping up her spine. The
Chapter Thirty-OneRhea shot up from her bed, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she gasped for breath. Her body was drenched in sweat, and her eyes were wide with fear as if she had seen a ghost. Her hands trembled as they clutched the sheets, her heart pounding in her ears. The pain in her head still lingered, sharp and unforgiving, like the last sting of a nightmare refusing to leave her alone.She looked around, slowly realizing that she was back in her room. The familiar surroundings brought little comfort. The soft hum of the ceiling fan, the glow of the moonlight through her window, the half-empty bottle of water on her nightstand—it was all the same. And yet… everything felt different.“What was that?” Rhea whispered to herself, brushing damp strands of hair from her forehead.It had been a long time since she’d had a dream like that—if she could even call it a dream. No… it felt real. Too vivid, too intense, too terrifying to be just a figment of her imagination. The dea
Chapter Thirty: Rhea did exactly as she was told. After taking a warm bath, she gently reapplied the cream on her bruises. It soothed her irritated skin and made her feel less itchy and uncomfortable. The pain she had endured was slowly dulling, replaced by a growing sense of calm. She slipped into a light, oversized mini dress that hung loosely over her figure, and tied her hair into a ponytail.Once dressed, she walked into the living room and sat down to eat the food Aaron had brought from the restaurant earlier. The meal, though simple, tasted better than anything she had eaten in days. It brought a warmth to her stomach that momentarily silenced the lingering unease in her chest.After she finished eating, Rhea returned to her room, her body aching with exhaustion. It had been an emotionally and physically draining day. As soon as her head hit the pillow, her eyelids grew heavy, and she drifted into a deep sleep.But her slumber was far from peaceful.Rhea’s eyes fluttered open.
Chapter Twenty-NineA woman walked into a tall, isolated building nestled deep in a forest. The trees outside were lifeless, their twisted branches like claws reaching toward the gray sky. The air felt stiff, dead, even. This was not a place where life thrived. It was a place of shadows, of silence, of wicked intentions and unholy chaos.She wore a long hooded cloak that concealed her face and form, the fabric whispering across the cold marble floor as she entered a large, dimly lit café-like room within the building. Her heels clicked softly, echoing in the stillness. She paused in the center of the room."Do you always have to hide in the dark?" she asked with a teasing smile as she flipped on the light switch.The soft yellow glow revealed a man seated comfortably on a black velvet sofa, a glass of red wine in hand. His legs were crossed, one arm slung lazily over the back of the sofa. His dark eyes sparkled with amusement as he turned to face her."How was your tour of the outside
Chapter Twenty-Eight: Rhea looked down at the elegant table setting. In the middle stood a small glass vase holding a single flower. Its petals were soft pink, and she assumed they were roses. The scent was light but pleasant, wafting subtly through the air. She leaned forward to take a nice whiff, smiling to herself—until she suddenly felt the tickle of a sneeze.She turned away quickly and let out a soft “achoo,” trying to keep it as discreet as possible. She rubbed her nose lightly, hoping it would end there, but the tickling sensation returned, stronger this time. Her eyes began to water slightly, and she blinked rapidly to stop the tears from spilling. Her body began to feel hot, uncomfortable, and itchy in certain spots.Trying to remain composed, Rhea focused on calming her breathing just as the waiter arrived with their order.“Please enjoy,” the waiter said, placing the food in front of them with a warm smile. “If there’s any issue, you can ring the little bell on the table.
Chapter Twenty-Seven:The whole day went by in a blur. Not once did Kieran call Rhea for anything, and the silence that blanketed the entire office felt heavier than usual. Everything was so quiet, and eventually, Rhea found herself growing bored and restless. She laid her head down on her desk for just a moment, hoping a short rest would help pass the time. But before she knew it, she had fallen asleep.She woke up with a jolt at exactly 5:00 p.m. Sharp.Yawning softly, she stretched to shake off the remaining sleepiness. With quick hands, she began arranging her desk, smoothing out papers and shutting down her computer. The silence still lingered, which made her assume that most employees had already gone home for the day.Deciding to check in with Kieran before leaving, she walked up to his office. Just as she raised her hand to knock, the door opened unexpectedly. She stepped back in surprise, eyes widening slightly.“I’m sorry. I was just about to knock,” Rhea said quickly.Kiera
Chapter Twenty Six"It's not your fault. Ethan has always been like that. I didn't expect him to do something this bizarre. Are you sure you're okay?" Kael asked again, concern evident in his tone. "Yeah, I'm fine. I'll be in my office," Rhea said, giving him a small nod before turning to leave. She wasn’t fine at all. Kael watched her go before turning back to the employees, who were still whispering among themselves. "Alright, let's get back to work. Sorry for the inconvenience." The workers nodded, some still shaken by what they had just witnessed. Kael let out a sigh before heading straight to Kieran’s office. The moment he stepped inside, Kieran raised his head to acknowledge his presence. "Find me a replacement for Ethan," Kieran said simply, his voice devoid of any emotion. "I figured you'd say that," Kael replied, leaning against the desk. "But what about his father? You know how he is. He’s not going to take this lightly. The injuries alone will make him furious."
Chapter Twenty-Five Rhea rushed to the restroom, her hands shaking as she gripped the sink. She stared at her reflection, her breath coming in shallow gasps. What the hell just happened? Her mind was still reeling from the encounter with Ethan. She pressed her lips together, taking deep breaths to calm herself. When she finally felt steady enough, she examined her face more closely. There, on her cheek, was a bright red bruise. Shit. The last thing she wanted was for Kieran to notice. The very thought of him seeing it and asking questions sent a wave of anxiety crashing over her. Rhea hesitated for a moment before pulling the scrunchie from her hair, letting the long strands fall forward to cover the mark. She ran her fingers through her hair a few times, making sure it concealed the bruise. Then she checked her phone. An hour had passed. Her eyes widened. Oh my God. I’m going to get fired. Heart pounding, she shoved her phone back into her pocket and hurried out of t
Chapter 24 As Ethan continued searching for the files, Rhea could feel his eyes on her. He wasn’t being subtle about it either. Every few moments, she caught him stealing glances at her, his gaze lingering far longer than she was comfortable with. A cold shiver ran down her spine, and she fought the urge to shift in her seat. "So, how’s life as Kieran’s new assistant?" Ethan suddenly asked, breaking the silence. "Good," Rhea replied shortly, keeping her tone neutral. Ethan chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "You know, it’s been almost a month since you started working for him, and I must say, things seem to be going smoothly. I’ve never seen him so patient with anyone before. Either you’re exceptionally good at your job, or…" He trailed off, a smirk forming on his lips. Rhea narrowed her eyes slightly. "Or what?" "Or there’s something else," he said, his gaze darkening. Rhea didn’t like the sound of that. She had no idea what he meant, but she decided not to push the
Chapter oneRhea slipped into her red dress, the fabric hugging her waist snugly before flowing freely from her hips downward. She admired how the dress accentuated her figure. Her black, shiny hair cascaded down her back, nearly reaching her lower waist. She brushed it carefully, making sure every strand was smooth before leaving her room.Sliding into her slippers, Rhea stepped out and walked into the living room. Almost immediately, a small figure launched itself at her. She laughed softly as her little brother, Sam, wrapped his arms around her in a warm hug."Good morning, Rhea! I love your dress," Sam said, his tiny voice ringing with excitement.Rhea crouched down to his level, her smile widening. "Good morning, Sam. Did you sleep well?""Mmhm," he nodded enthusiastically. "That’s good," she replied, taking his small hand in hers. "Come on, let’s go see Mom and Dad."Hand in hand, they walked into the kitchen, where their mother, Danielle, was busy cooking at the stove. The sme...
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